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The Hooker Pool Party

Some pool parties are little more than a swim and a quick jerk off from memory in the bathroom after you get home. A minimalist dress codes and splashing water isn't always enough to get the right kind of action going. Things are slightly different when a hooker is involved though. My name is Jack and this is a true story.

hooker having fun with herself by the pool

Everybody knows pool parties are mainly about sex. The only problem was I'd never seem to be getting any of that good pool party sex everybody seemed to know about. You see the thing about pool parties is that it is not like it is in the movies. In films, you see the main protagonist strutting around while girl after scantily clad girl comes up and 'offers' herself in one way or another. The problem is I've never been at a pool party that I've organised or that has been organised for me. In other words, the main protagonist I ain't. And if you'll think about it for a moment, and I sincerely hope that you will, pool parties don't exactly lend themselves to seedy overtures or sex. They generally take place in the broadest of broad daylight and you have to lean across to the next lawn chair the make your dirty suggestion in front of an audience. Anyway, after several pool parties spent without coitus I decided to give it a go.'So' I began, turning to the ebony skinned Goddess in the chair next to me, 'Do ya come here often?' Please note this story takes place a good few years ago, so back then that line was pretty original material.

The Flirt

'Excuse me?' she replied. I repeated my ground-breaking opener and she told me this party was a one-off so, obviously, no, this was her first time here. Not a good start, I quickly realised, so I decided to drive forward with more of my newly created material. 'What do you do for a living?' I asked. 'I'm a hooker' she replied. Hard to get, I thought, and told myself I liked that. I was, however, completely aware that I did not, in fact, like that and would never understand men who said that they did. What, did they enjoy additional effort for no additional benefit? 'Seriously though, what do you do?' 'Okay, I'm seriously a hooker.'This girl was having none of it, I decided, and got up from my chair to leave. It was while I was walking away, and trying to figure out why my grade-A, just-invented-in-my-bedroom material had not got me past the first the hurdle, that I realised how there was something not quite right about this pool party.

The End of Innocence?

First off, from what I could see, the party seemed to be made up almost exclusively of women. And there was something about the women themselves. It was hard to put into a single word or phrase, but I began to think that this was not a party made up of college freshers. It wasn't that these women weren't' attractive, far from it. It was something more subtle than that, something like the feeling you get when you realise you’re the most innocent person in the room. Something was up here and I intended to find out what. First I decided to consider the facts. I had been invited here by my flatmate Gracie and she had always been something of a question mark when it came to temperament, clothing choices and financial means. 'Excuse me Mam?' I asked the next lady I came to. That prompted a laugh for some reason. 'Mam, how cute' she said. 'I wanted to ask you what you did.' 'Oh, I screw people for money, and not like on Wall street.' That seemed like a suspicious coincidence so I decided to press. 'What is this pool party for?' 'Well, we all work out of the brothel out on highway just outside of town. We decided to pool our money a little and throw ourselves a great big pool party. What're you doing here? You a pimp or something?' I assured her I was not a pimp of any description and was actually just a friend of Gracie. 'Oh Gracie, yeah. She's great. She thought me everything she knows about 'the buckled blowjob' and now I can do one better even than she can!' 'Say what?!' came a familiar sounding voice from the behind me. I turned to see Gracie sporting a look of disbelief on her face. I imagined it was feigned and in good humour. It could not have been as real as the one that I knew must be painting my face at just this moment.

She is a Hooker!

'What're you trying to say Sheena? You think you’re a better than this hooker here?' shouted Gracie, as she pointed to her chest. 'I'm twice the hooker you'll ever be, and you know it' replied Sheena. The crowd had started too pay attention to the exchange and my face began to burn. 'Oh yeah? Then how about a hooker-off? You know 'the DeLorean sex position'?' 'Sure, I do!' 'Then show me!' Before I really comprehended the ramifications of that last sentence, Sheena had grabbed hold of me, unzipped my trousers, and hoisted my left leg in the air with surprisingly strong arms. I got an erection mostly out of shock and confusion, which can be surprisingly effective aphrodisiacs when you are in the hands of a professional. She gave me a cheeky little smile which I had just enough wherewithal to return, and before I knew it I was sliding in and out of her pussy. I came close to climax before she pulled me out, turned to Gracie and simply said 'The Reach Behind'. The crowd 'oooohed' at the very words so I looked on with some trepidation as Gracie turned her ass to my crotch, bent over and grabbed me behind my calves. It was quite the experience to see my flatmate contorted in this way around my cock. I ran my finger along her fully stretched spine and guided her easily back and forth along the end of my shaft. Once again I came close to blowing my load before Gracie straightened herself. 'Not bad' said Sheena. 'You ain't seen nothing yet' Gracie replied before lying me down and performing what I can only assume was the original and best 'buckled blowjob'. She began by standing both feet at the side of my head, her toes pointing in the direction of my hair. The she placed her hands on the ground behind her and arched her back until I was in her mouth. I came in seconds. Gracie looked triumphantly at Sheena as she wiped some trailing cum from the side of her mouth with her hand. 'Sorry Sheena' I said, lying relaxed with my arms behind my back on the ground 'Gracie definitely wins!'

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